She looked at Feng Yi in surprise. He felt so hot.

Within a few strokes, she was undone, her hands clutching the sheets, whimpering. "Ah... you... how... ah..."

His core strength was immense. Every thrust against her soft flesh sent shivers through her, her neck arching back. "So good..."

The wetness between her legs increased, making him slick and causing a tingling in his groin.

"So tight... so good..." Feng Yi continued to praise her. "Li Li... Sister... you're so amazing... mm..."

He murmured between thrusts, his voice hoarse. Qiao Li felt like she was being shattered, her body jolting with each movement. Her breasts bounced in rhythm.

She was dizzy and lightheaded from the intense fvcking, her limbs limp.

She instinctively reached up to cover her swaying br3asts, but Feng Yi, his eyes red-rimmed with lvst, intercepted her hands, replacing them with his own hot palms.

"Mmm... so good..." Qiao Li moaned softly.

Her arms flailed, searching for something to hold onto. Feng Yi pinned them down.

"Lighter... ah..." He was thrusting too hard. She could feel the slight sting of his balls against her.

He returned to her nipple, mumbling incoherently, "So tight... so good... I love you so much... mm..."

He was strong and fast. Qiao Li felt wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. She was dizzy and speechless, only able to moan.

She wanted him to slow down. The intensity was making her heart clench, almost too much to bear. But it felt so good, she also wanted him to go faster, harder, to break her, to fvck her senseless.

The pleasure built, and she knew she was close. She gritted her teeth and tilted her head back, her body trembling with anticipation. "Wait... ah... it's coming..."

His thrusts were so fierce that she was almost afraid of the impending cl1max, afraid she wouldn't be able to handle the overwhelming rush.

"Mmm..." She couldn't make a sound, gasping for breath, her body convulsing.

A powerful wave of heat washed over her, her mind blank, all sensation lost except for the boundless pleasure and warmth.

Her back arched, her legs clamping shut, her core clenching. Feng Yi knew she had cl1maxed. He didn't let up, continuing to thrust, prolonging her pleasure.

"Did you come? Did you come?" he asked, seeing her mouth open but no words coming out.

Qiao Li, still lost in the afterglow, finally caught her breath. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Yes..."

Her eyes were filled with the lingering passion, her face flushed, her lips swollen and glistening, her eyelashes fluttering. She looked dazed and vulnerable.

Her post-org4smic beauty captivated him. The satisfaction of bringing her to cl1max intensified his own pleasure. He felt a surge of exhilaration, a tingling sensation that made him feel like he was floating on air.

He lifted her hips and continued thrusting, Qiao Li responding with weak moans.

"Mmm... mm..." He increased his pace, her moans turning into whimpers.

Qiao Li's fingertips tingled with pleasure. She marveled at Feng Yi's stamina. He seemed tireless.

He didn't change positions, maintaining the same angle, yet the novelty and pleasure remained undiminished. He seemed unaware that a change of position could bring new sensations.

At a certain point, his pace increased, his breathing growing ragged. Qiao Li felt like she was being torn apart, her cries escalating.

He couldn't hold back any longer. The approaching org4sm made him lose control, his thrusts becoming desperate, using all his strength.

He held his breath, but at the last moment, he couldn't contain it any longer. A choked gasp escaped his throat, strained and trembling, almost a plea.

Even muffled, his voice retained a youthful clarity.

"Ah... ah..."

As he cl1maxed, his p3nis pulsed inside her, his abdominal muscles contracting and trembling.

His moans gradually softened, until they were barely audible, a hazy, nasal sound tinged with vulnerability.

"Mmm... mm..." After the final spurt, only a faint whimper remained.

He stopped moving, savoring the moment, then collapsed on top of Qiao Li, sighing, "I'm going to die..."

Qiao Li pushed his head away. "Aren't you going to pull out?"

He hesitated, looking at her with pleading eyes.

Unable to resist his gaze and his beauty, Qiao Li turned her head away. "Hurry up. It's almost noon. I'm hungry."

Feng Yi reluctantly pulled out, removed the c0ndom, tied it off, and tossed it in the trash.

Qiao Li held out her hand. "Help me wash up. I'm sticky and uncomfortable."

Feng Yi quickly bent down and helped her up, his pouting expression suggesting he would have happily obeyed any command.

Qiao Li's legs were weak, so she practically leaned on him as she showered. She then directed him to dry and dress her before leaving the bathroom to dry her hair.

Feng Yi mastvrbated again in the bathroom before joining her, obediently preparing lunch.

As Qiao Li sat on the sofa, watching him bustle around the kitchen, her heart softened. She agreed to his request to come over and cook for her every weekend.